Hannibal looks briefly down, and the smile he wears on his face is slightly different than his previous. There's an air of fondness and contentment to it. No. For once in his life, he is not the dramatic one.

The question breaks him out of his brief reverie. "Ah. For your plate, I have used a mild white cheese, fresh basil, parsley and time, with a parmesan sauce. Sliced cherry tomatoes for garnish, and if you're feeling particularly adventurous."